Since Veylis Avandaer’s ascendance to the position of High Seraph of Highflame and her complete capture of the Broken Kosgan traditions, there have been [682] formal assemblies called.
Of the [682] formal assemblies called, [455] occurred during times of war.
The great reluctance of Veylis and her Seraphs to compel such assemblies lies not in an issue of governance or authority, but quite simply, culture.
Infringement debases strength.
Will is to be grown; virtue to be displayed; autonomy to be maintained. The individual cannot be cultivated to true potential if they are neutered of self-correction. The War Hosts and Great Houses are magnifications of this ideal–an army of peoples marching together towards their own apotheosis, forming a tidal wave from a shared cause.
But there comes a time when even those of the same creed stand lost amidst the currents, when culture is assailed by rot from within and grievances must be addressed and adjusted by a higher, wiser hand to ensure the survival of the Guild.
In these moments, a grand assembly is called for all loyalists–Meritocrat and Chivalric alike–to understand where they stand against their true opposition, and where they failed to honor house, family, ancestor, and self.
The coming grand assembly will likely prove no different, but even Authorities offer rumors and whispers as to what major theme or critical flaw must be corrected in this session.
It is certain, however, that Osjon Thousand, Faithtaker, Speaker of the High Seraph, and Mediator of the Houses, will once again perform the address in Veylis stead.
For it be her paths that drown each and every FATED under the banner of Highflame, and it will be in these paths that all will be made equal regardless of seniority, deed, or even Spherage…
-GRAND ASSEMBLY: The Shapeless Government of Highflame (Highflame Propaganda Documentary Series)
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The Assembly
The remainder of the meeting took on a more focused quality as the cadre decided on their new operating parameters.
First was insuring themselves against the danger posed by the Famines. They were to use Avo’s splinters as an operational umbrella, and under no condition was anyone to operate without notifying the rest of the group. Should anyone go missing or get disconnected across the Nether for any length of time–even a second–they were to be treated by distortions and a deep scan provided by Avo.
They lived experiencing the firsthand benefits of Avo’s splinters. There was little need to impress anyone of the dangers.
Tied to this mandate was also the choice to wind down operations for a time. At least until after the coming trial. With how many major incidents were happening across New Vultun, tensions between Guilds were spinning up to treacherous levels. Forces were being massed along the borders of districts, while militias and reserves were being activated to further provide much-needed defense.
The Nether was ablaze with gossip and conspiracy, claiming that “Massacre at Flavors” was an in-Guild assassination attempt gone wrong. How right they were, but how shallow they saw. To think the D’Rongos as actors rather than pawns was a mistake, but who else knew what Avo did of Noloth? Of the Nether’s truth and the Low Masters’ recent liberation.
Regardless, the chatter was spiking the temperature between Clans D’Rongo, Kazahara, and Kitzuhada. There were already vicarities of street side engagements between clan retainers, political brawls–with some very literal fists being thrown–and glaive-rattling between Seekers.
Emergency commands from the Inner Council demanded all clans keep to themselves and let any disputes be settled in a court of law judged by unbiased parties in the Overclan. Meanwhile, Guild Mirrors directed their cell, telling them to stay ready for emergency activation.
All this was to Avo’s benefit. Though the segmentation fo the cells and the bottlenecks of the Mirrors prevented him from sweeping through Ori-Thaum, he could direct them against each other. Have the SIlvers break themselves and leave them open to his machinations.
To this end, he could likely leverage the new privileges Aegis was granting him. To aid him in his attempts to “cut down on collateral damage,” Kant and the ethics committee hadgiven him partial access to Voidwatch’s total spectrum imagining so that he might be able to observe the material as well as he did the cognitive.
Complain though Kant and the other humanitarian minds did, Avo found himself surprised about how cooperative they were. He expected benefits and resources to be withheld. Instead, things proved to be the opposite. Perhaps rational decision-making was the greatest boon of being a coldtech intelligence rather than a byproduct of evolution and impulse.
GRAFTING HEAVENS: [Maelstormer], [Fucktopia], [Arsenalist], [Runebreaker]
The second order of business was incubation. With the cadre slowing their pace for now, Avo was also to play a softer, more subtle game. Avo seized the opportunity to awaken the dormant Heavens.
It would prove useful to have more allied gods or for his cadre to deliberately trigger their Daemons while the threat of Rend was high. More options would always be to their advantage, and the insight the Heavens presented at times was worth considering, if not immensely insightful.
Of course, the greater question of where the gods would eventually fit in this revolution still had to be considered, but such ruminations were already common for Avo. The enclavers, the FATELESS, the subverts were all increasingly party of him, increasingly subjects–if not citizens–of his unseen empire, and he increasingly wondered how he could better uplift and enhance their lives.
Such thoughts compelled Avo to speak with Chambers, but the man simply asked for more time alone. It was a request easily granted, but one that engendered additional worry. Chambers had a way about him–a presence and personality that remained dim after his most recent bout of suffering.
Perhaps Essus and he should share some time together. Something might come from that experience.
The third item of priority was Ambassador Valhu Kitzuhada. He was a vulnerable target, being father to Kare and emissary to Stormtree. As Avo was about to direct a few splinters to keep watch over him, Denton entered the fray and began actively dealing with several issues at once.
Already, she was scheduling meetings with the Paladins in hopes of recovering the currently held Seekers–not only those of “her clan,” but also Shotin. Moreover, she planned to establish contact with Ambassador Kitzuhada as well to make the affair a multi-partisan effort. Through her, he could monitor the situation without diverting one of his subminds. The spy remained cognitively incomprehensible to him, after all.
The Low Masters were likely to face the same impediments with her.
Finally, with the Highflame grand assembly soon to begin, Avo made final arrangements to secure him and the cadre front-row seats for Veylis’ big event.
A slight feeling of foreboding bubbled inside him as he thought of the High Seraph watching him, but the urge to even out her voyeurism with an act of his own pushed him to continue.
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And so it was that he found his way back across the Tiers, back into Highflame territory through the mind of one Idril Marisov–an Instrument he compromised not two days ago.
If nothing else, his newest subvert would grant him a glimpse behind the curtain and formally begin his immersive education about Guilder politics.
+You know, it never stops being surprising how godsdamned arrogant the Golds are,+ Marlowe said. +You’d think they’d find some sense of humility after all the self-criticism they do, but nope. The urge to suck and lick themselves just grows and grows.+
+Thank you for the very Chambers statement, Citizen Marlowe,+ Kae sighed.
+Happy to entertain, Agnos.+
As the scenes played on from behind Marisov’s eyes, Avo was somehow inclined to agree. With the Instrument’s cog-feed projected live into the minds of the cadre, they spent the better part of four hours watching him wash, dress, do his hair, scream at his mechanical servants, scream at his son, scream at his daughter, scream at his wife, get into a fist fight with his wife, lose said fist fight with his wife, have mind-sex with his wife, schedule an emergency session with a Voidwatch grafter to put his face through a final skin-polishing procedure, put on his most ostentatious set of armor, and finally take his position before the open skylight on the top-floor of his mini-mansion.
The moments were a whirlwind of absurdity, with Marisov’s moods swinging from flat to extreme anger to flat at the slightest provocation. The most fascinating thing though, was that he wasn’t special when compared to his contemporaries.
+Cock-waving and cunt-splaying is an art to the Golds.+ Such were Marlowe’s words. The statement came as an offhanded remark tinged with bitter amusement, but it really quite fit.
Slipping out from Marisov’s mind and infesting his surroundings, Avo found every FATED of Highflame scrambling to dress their finest, to look their best, and most importantly, to be better than their neighbor.
Almost no one lacked a rival they wished to overcome when the assembly commenced, and so consumed by the desire to triumph, a few even resorted to active sabotage.
Whatever the case, the surreality of the moment seemed more akin to an audition than an address by a higher power.
+Did you have to do this?+ Avo asked Draus, picking out a few particularly gaudy memories. Images of an Instrument who intended to greet the rest of the assembly in a flesh-suit made out of tortured but still living Glaives. An Authority with a Heaven of Light–further amplified by high powered projectors she built into her back like wings–designed specifically to magnify her own form for leagues beyond.
The Regular in question snorted. As did her templated fellows within Avo’s mind. +Fuck no,+ she said. +We’re “Blade Caste.” What the Chivs used to call us anyway. If you ain’t an Instrument, admin, or something higher, you just get the broadcast instead of the live experience. Usually, us Orphans would slip into our combat-skins and just wait around in case our commander decided to show us off.+
Using Hysteria to filter for Regulars, Avo found her words to be true. Certain notable Regulars flanked their assigned protectees as add-ons while a few “war heroes” were mandated to attend. Mostly, Highflame’s finest continued their operations.
FATED though they were, even citizens had their differences of purpose and use. It helped that Regulars were usually only interested in war.
“Yes, my Seraph,” Marisov said. He was muttering to himself, practicing his salute–raising a fist up past his head as he imagined Veylis personally complimenting him. It was unlikely, but one could never be sure. “Yes. It’s an honor.”
+I’m beginning to see why you left,+ Cas snorted, words directed at Draus.
+I was technically “asked to leave,“+ she replied flatly. +Somedays, feels like they did me a favor.+
+What about the others?+ Avo asked.
Draus paused. Back in the real, she was sitting in the corner of the tower, showing Dice how to dismantle, clean, and maintain a gun. She froze there too. +Others. You know about the others. You know who I am.+
+Yes,+ Avo answered. +But do you want it back? Your old life. Your position. Your role. Original purpose. If I could undo the past. Remove the Greatlings. Would you want that life?+
+Over this one, you mean?+ Draus replied. Her lapsed into quiet consideration as melodic chimes sounded through Marisov’s household. Night was soon to arrive. The Daystar was about to shift. +Don’t know. Don’t think it matters neither. I’d kept marchin’ and fightin’ and killin’ till I was dead and done and that would’ve been that.+
+And that’s enough for you?+ Marlowe asked, slightly incredulous. +Just “go here, kill that, blessed be the worthy; die.”+
A cold grin spread across Draus’ face. +You forgot the most important thing about bein’ a gun.+
+What’s that?+ Marlowe.
+All the waitin’ in between.+
+The real hell,+ Tavers absently mindedly muttered while doing something else on her end.
+Honestly, Avo, I don’t rightly know. I ain’t who I was all those years ago. I ain’t who I was when I saved Kae. Ain’t even who I was two months ago. Guard-Captain Draus would’ve died sooner or later. She was fine with that. Me? Now? I got my sight’s aimed higher than just a messy death. I wanna stand and deliver. I wanna see if we can actually turn shit around.+
She laughed. +Shit. Another Reg would’ve tried to snuff me under suspicion of subversion. ‘Course, they’d be right considerin’ I’m with you.+
Avo wondered what to say about that. The trust between them had come far. Unbelievably far. He had been little more than a monster. She a weapon seeking desired martyrdom. Now, their fates and egos were entwined, and she thought nothing of offering more to their cause. More for him.
A pang of discontentment sounded within Avo, the discomfort growing in-sync to Marisov’s chimes. He had her loyalty. He had her mind. He had her skills. Anyone else would’ve asked for something more by now. Even Tavers had.
Draus? All he offered was a war above all wars. A cause of supreme importance well worth killing and dying for. But even still, was that all he could give her for her efforts? Was that all she was worth?
Weapons were meant to be used. Flechettes, rockets, bullets, and bombs spent. Lives sacrificed.
But Draus was worth so much more. Could do so much more. Could live to be so much more.
+Draus,+ Avo asked, trying to best express his intent. +What would you do if we won? What would you do if we claimed the Ladder. If all of us were still here in the end? What would you do if there were no more wars? If there were no more enemies? What do you want after triumph if the last chance at a good death escapes you?+
Her ego recoiled. The thought he broadcast to her was less a trauma and more like an intrusive entity she didn’t want to consider. Like all Regulars, her ego was externalized, her sense of self rooted in the world and material reality rather than interpreting external stimuli then fixing on her “selfhood.”
+I don’t rightly know,+ Draus said. +Might just start a fight with you out of boredom if we get there.+
He picked up the hook she was putting down. +Can kill each other after assembly. Practice for the future.+
She scoffed. +Yeah. For the future. Don’t worry ‘bout me, Avo. Ain’t plannin’ to visit the Big Nothing anytime soon. I’m just not worried about it.+
+Blessed be the peacemakers,+ Cas whispered. +And blessed be those who bear the burning blade to cast the dragon; the deceiver unto the earth.+
+You cursin’ me or something’ faither?+ Draus asked.
+Oh, quite contrary, consang, quite contrary. Just treat it as an utterance of hope.+
Draus lapsed in a suspicious silence as Marlowe injected herself into the conversation with laughter. +Not used to being among cultists, freakers, rusters, joy-fiends, and ghouls, huh, Reg?+ Sadly, charisma couldn’t work on everyone, and all Marlowe’s words drew from Draus was a sneer.
+We ain’t consangs, Marlowe. You won’t be gettin’ no interview from me.+
The thoughtcaster shrugged and moved on. Not everyone was going to like you. Not unless you could change their minds for them.
As the cadre returned to silence, Avo felt it: an inexorable pressure grinding down upon his being. Strings of gold enveloped the interior of Marisov’s home, but what surprised him above the most was how the flowing paths of chronology originated from within the Instrument’s Liminal Frame.
All the other members of the cadre stopped what they were doing and took notice.
Draus squinted. Dice cocked her head, uncertain what this meant. The kitten meowed. Chambers stared blankly. The rest found their focus gradually stolen as rushing currents of brilliance swallowed Marisov from the inside.
It was then that Kae finally found her voice. Kae, whose mind had gone silent in the past few minutes. Kae, whose eyes were growing wider and wider. A Canon of Chronology was spilling out from the inside of the Instrument’s Frame. Funny thing was that he didn’t even have the necessary Domain. +What the fu–+
UPDATE TO CHARACTER SHEET COMING SOON
Ontologics
In effect after 19-12
Ghosts - [26,562,372]
Liminal Frame (V) - 23,871 THAUM/c
User: Avo
Heaven/Hell: [Woundmother] - 10,002 THAUM/c
Heaven
->Domain: (Blood)
->Canon: Haemokinesis (IV) - All blood in user’s area of influence can be controlled; speed and force experience exponential increases with each ton of force controlled
->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%)
->Canon: Linger - User can eject constructs shaped from their blood; each construct generated accrues Rend based on design and size
->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%; x2 backlash)
->Canon: Sanguinity’s Reign (IV) - A building haemokinetic storm continuously expands from the user, spreading their area of influence (without limitations) as far as the storm can metaphysically expand; generates more Rend the larger the area it takes up
->Hubris: Attempting to move and alter more than 80 tons of matter without constituting a central construct will result in thaumic backlash (20%)
->Canon: Exsanguinating Helix - Allows the user to instill an exsanguinating effect in a piece of matter, causing it to drain all the blood its mass can contain when in contact with a non-user designated entity; the larger the object instilled, the higher the Rend
->Hubris: If the object is destroyed, thaumic backlash will be inflicted (15%)
->Domain: (Matter)
->Canon: Alchemization (V) - The user can subsume and channel and combine the properties of 108 fragments of physical matter through their blood; the limit of fragments channeled can be increased at the cost of thaumic and Rend-based demands.
->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash. (12%)
->Canon: Remembrance of Matter (V) - The user can memorize the traits of all physical matter they subsume at a hundredth of the thaumic cost; the matter they memorized can be assembled and blended before a construct is formed
->Hubris: If matter being subsumed has their state changed mid-subsumption, thaumic backlash will be triggered (9%)
->Canon: Stormwreathed - The user can temporarily convert their mass into electricity
->Hubris: If the user is submerged by water in this state, thaumic backlash will be triggered (15%)
->Canon: Haemification - The user can turn all influenceable matter into blood
->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash (12%; x2 backlash)
->Domain: (Fire)
->Canon: Matterbomb - The user can detonate pieces of matter based on mass and inherent energy
->Hubris: If the matter being detonated is destroyed before ignition, moderate (EST. 35%) severe backlash will be inflicted
->Domain: (Luminosity)
->Canon: The Light Unseen - The user can blend their matter with the light of their surroundings should they stop perceiving the world visually
->Hubris: If the user has their perception active while this canon is in use, (EST. 51%) severe backlash will be inflicted
->Domain: (Protection)
->Canon: Fortress of Luminosity - The user emanates a luminous shroud that renders all physical matter bathed by its shine invulnerable; generates heavy Rend (1.2%) every second canon is active
->Hubris: There must be a persistent source of light for the user to imitate in the environment or from the user themselves or thaumic backlash will be triggered. (5%)
->Domain: (Biology)
->Canon: My Blood The Harvester, My Flesh the Symphony (III) - Allows the user to grow, blend, or extract biological organisms and structures from their blood.
->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted. (6%) ->Canon: Remembrance of Flesh (V) - Allows user to memorize traits from biological organisms at a tenth of the thaumic cost; the biomass they memorized can be spliced before they are grown.
->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted (6%; x2 backlash)
->Domain: (Lightning)
->Canon: Boltstride (III) - Allows the user to transmute and move all blood-based structures as bolts of lightning; distance limited to the reach of user’s Sanguinity
->Hubris: Attempting to move over 120 tons of matter as a single bolt will trigger (EST. 87%) extreme thaumic backlash
Hell - [Fifth Circle]
->Domain: (Matter/Entropy/Luminosity)
->Canon: Breath of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic storm across their area of influence; the storm will disintegrate matter through withering bolts of lightning (This canon is absolute)
->Daemon: Striking the same place twice will result in the manifestation of an Anathema of Ruin, causing the user to lose control of the Heaven
->Canon: Barrage of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic projectile the size, shape, and speed of the Woundmother at its maximum potential; this projectile can be guided by the user and is loosed faster with higher Rend (This canon is absolute)
->Daemon: Should the projectile not dissolve sufficient matter, the projectile will birth as an Anathema of Ruin
->Canon: Shadowbreaker (III) - Allows the user to influence all shadows in their vicinity with a touch of luminosity that will continue to expand and dissolve anything physical covered by the shadows
->Daemon: Should an insufficient amount of physical matter in darkness be consumed in (8 seconds), an Anathema of Ruin will be manifested.
Heaven/Hell: [Fardrifter] - 5,660 THAUM/c
Heaven
->Domain: (Air)
->Canon: Horizon Strider (III) - The user takes on the properties of a hurricane and can influence winds for 250 kilometers
->Hubris: If an external force counters the motion of the user’s centrifugal force, severe (EST. 59%) thaumic backlash will be triggered
->Domain: (Space)
->Canon: Yondergales (IV) - The user’s demiplane now encompasses ten kilometers, with each ton of mass multiplying the base speed of their winds (252 kilometers per hour)
->Hubris: If an object over 5,000 degrees celsius is drawn into the plane, extreme (EST. 83%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.
->Canon: The Nine Streams of Freedom - The user can materialize from any nine points in space their winds encompass (250 kilometers)
->Hubris: if they emerge in a confined space and are unable to fully materialize, thaumic backlash will be triggered. (10%)
->Canon: Shadowrun (II) - The user can surge within shadows as if they are wind tunnels (x10 current speed); shadows must be connected to pass from one to another.
->Hubris: If a light shines and clears away the user’s shadow, heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be triggered
->Domain: (Shadow)
->Canon: Midnight Hand - The user can blow, move, and shift shadows together as if they are waves in a storm.
->Hubris: If the user is between shadows when the wind stops blowing and the bridge breaks, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.
->Domain: (Labyrinth)
->Canon: Path of the Nine Storms (III) - User manifests a maze-like dungeon in the walls of their winds, allowing them to create and weave winding paths from tunnels of air; the maze is a fixed spatial anchor (may not be affected by spatial changes) that can be triggered at any time.
->Hubris: If the inner walls of the dungeon are forcibly breached and someone enters the eye of the storm (where resides the Yondergales), heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be generated.
Hell - [Fourth Circle]
->Domain: (Air/Entropy/Labyrinth)
->Canon: Halt of the Passing (IV) - The user can enchain all actors and objects moving through their area of physical influence (250 Kilometers) with stasis
->Daemon: An anathema of correspondence will be birthed if the total velocity drained exceeds the total Rend accrued
->Canon: Waybreaker (II) - The user distorts all directionality about them (10 kilometers), causing space to coil and distend, randomizing vectors of movement for all actors and objects caught in their wake.
->Daemon: Rend must be balanced in nine minutes or an Anathema of Correspondence will manifest.
Heaven/Hell: [Techplaguer] - 200 Thaum/c
Heaven
->Domain: (Signals)
->Canon: Skin of Virtuality - Layers user in mirror-reality raw data and information, allowing them to move and exist as radio signals might and shift inorganic objects in their vicinity as blocks of temporarily stored data (reloads back to their original position in reality after miracle ends)
->Hubris: The user cannot pass through lead without incurring heavy (EST. 41%) thaumic backlash.
->Domain: (Space)
->Canon: Techjumper - User inserts themselves into a signal or system capable of transmitting signals, moving as a packet of data and materializing at the endpoint of the transmission.
->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.
->Domain: (Biology)
->Canon: TechSick.exe (II) - User mimics the properties and symptoms in a virus and transfers that over to a signal-receiving system, affecting the machine as if it were a person
->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered. (x2)
Hell - [Third Circle]
->Domain: (Signal/Entropy)
->Canon: Datarot - The user decays and distorts signals and data within their ability to influence
->Daemon: If a signal the user is decaying is disrupted and they are unable to find another within (5 seconds) to continue expelling their Rend, an Anathema of Epistemology will be generated
HEART OF NOLOTH]: 0%
DOMAINS DETECTED (SHADOW/FORCE/SPACE)
Implants
Mime-Fog: Allows Avo to produce a spore-expelled field of active camouflage
Celerostylus: A symbiotic reflex booster laced into Avo's spine; accelerates him a bit over sixty-five miles an hour in his baseline body
Echoheads: A chimeric bioform adapted into an implant. Can provide echolocation for eight hundred feet. Designed from a hyper-durable silicon-chitin structure that also allows each of the eight heads to piece forward from the inside like a mantis shrimp punches.
Bone Demon: A body-sheathe--complete overhaul of Avo's physical form. made from a nest of super-tensile, hyper-synaptic nanofibrous mycelia on the interior. Beyond the threads, thick plates of cordyceramite line the outside like jagged skeletal continents emerging from a sea of webs. Bound to his biology, Avo is able to harden and shift his structural integrity, as well as shape the growth of the fungal-ceramic matter that would encase his outer skin.
Meldskin: A smart-fluid adaptive combat skin capable of altering its composition to suit almost any environment and slowly return to full integrity. Possess holographic disguises, advanced visual sensors, omnidirectional thrusters, and a highly advanced reactor. Can also interface with other pieces of advanced voidtech.
Metamind
Ghosts: [17,313,887]
SPRITES: {4.2TB/s…}
[QUICKSAND SYNC TRAUMA] COG-CAP: 55 SEQUENCES (VARIABLE)
->STRUCTURE: “A LIMPID POOL FILLED WITH BODIES DRIFTING BENEATH THE WAVES; WHATEVER TRAUMA STRIKES THE SURFACE WILL IN CAUSE IT TO IGNITE AND SIMULATE A RESEQUENCING OF SAID TRAUMA”
->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF ADAPTING TO TRAUMAS AFTER SUSTAINING AGAINST THE FIRST IMPACT
[THOUGHTWAVE DISRUPTOR] COG-CAP: [ERROR] SEQUENCES
->STRUCTURE: [NULL]
->FUNCTION: TAPS INTO THE ENTIRETY OF THE USER’S COGNITIVE CAPACITY AND EXPELS UNSTABLE MEM-DATA OUTWARD, DISRUPTING AN AREA OF (CONTINGENT OF GHOST CAPACITY) SPACE
[INCOG] COG-CAP: [x] SEQUENCES (VARIABLE; MUST MATCH ALL OTHER INTERNAL MEMORIES BEYOND THE WARDS)
->STRUCTURE: “AN OPALESCENT SUN RAINS DOWN OVER THE LANDSCAPE; LIGHT SPILLS FROM IT MORE LIKE MERCURY DOLLOPS THAN RAYS, BASKING EVERYTHING IN A REFLECTIVE SHEEN WHILE DRINKING UP MEM-DATA INTO ITS CORE”
->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO CAMOUFLAGE THEMSELVES FROM NOTICE VIA THE OBFUSCATION OF THEIR MEMORIES AND THOUGHTSTUFF. NO ACCRETION WILL LEAK DURING THIS PERIOD AND ALL OUTWARD REACTING PHANTASMICS WILL BE PLACED INTO A DORMANT STATE UNTIL DELIBERATE ACTIVATION.
[WHISPER] COG-CAP: 19 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)
->STRUCTURE: FIVE/SIX LEGGED DOG CHASES A FLYING LETTER WHILE A DRONE STRIKES A VILLA.
->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE EXTENSION OF CONSCIOUS AWARENESS BY 60 FEET AND THE DELIVERANCE OF COG-DATA WITHIN SAID FIELD OF AWARENESS; CAN BE EXTENDED BY MULTIPLES SHOULD MORE SEQUENCES BE USED
[PHYS-SIM] COG-CAP: 18 SEQUENCES (FIXED)
->STRUCTURE: A MISSILE LOCKED TO AN AEROVEC, EVER INCHING CLOSER, DODGING INCOMING POINT DEFENSE FIRE”
->FUNCTION: CALCULATES THE ACCELERATION VECTORS AND IMPACT LANES OF UP TO TWELVE DYNAMIC OBJECTS
[OSARAI MEMGUARD] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE) [REPLACED BY QUICKSAND IN AVO'S METAMIND]
->STRUCTURE: “A HURRICANE TWISTING AND HURTLING SCREAMING FIGURES AND BROKEN STRUCTURES”
->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF WITHSTANDING AND REFORMING AGAINST HEAVY-MASS PHANTASMAL INTRUSIONS; VULNERABLE TO NARROW-BUILD INVADERS.
[AUTO-SEANCE] COG-CAP: 2 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)
->STRUCTURE: “A STAR BLEEDS INTO A SPIRAL OF SPLICED MEMORY SNIPPETS [ERROR: MEMORY ARTIFACTS TOO BRIEF FOR REVIEW...]"
->FUNCTION: ALLOWS OMNI-SYNCHRONIC COMMUNICATIONS BETWEEN TWO OR MORE MINDS ACROSS ALL AREAS ENCOMPASSED BY THE PRESENCE OF THE NETHER
[MORALITY INJECTOR] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)
->STRUCTURE: “A RESPLENDENT CAGE WITH A CINEMA PROJECTION OF PAST HAPPENINGS PLAYING ACROSS THE SKY"
->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO NULLIFY SPECIFICALLY ENCODED IMPULSES WITH COUNTER-EMOTIONAL DOSES OF MEMORY.
GHOSTJACK (ALLOWS FOR THE MODIFICATION AND EDITING OF MEMORIES AND SEQUENCES; SHAPES TRAUMA AND COMMANDS GHOSTS)
[SKIMMER PERCEPTION EMANATOR]
TRAUMA PATTERNS:
[ASELERI'S FOLLY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED
[LUCILLE’S REGRET] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; REGRET AND ANGUISH ALIGNED
[LUCILLE’S AGONY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED; BODY DYSMORPHIC AFFLICTED
[SECONDHAND FATALITY] - EXTREME PAIN INFLICTION; EGO-KILLING TRAUMA FOR HUMANS
[BENEFACTOR’S DREAD] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; FEAR OF COMING DEATH
[ARATNID’S KISS] - HIGH PHYSICAL TORMENT; CASTRATION AND PRIMAL FEAR-BASED
THE BURNING DREAMER
MIND-TEMPLATES
[AVO]
The Talons
Abrel Greatling
The Shadows
Benhata Veloso
Glitch
Lip
Corner
Osjack Thenndenn
(Ashthrone/Sanctus assault force)
Dice
Chambers
Paladin Kare
Paladin Kassamon
Enclavers
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